Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA

Schoolbag in hand,

she leaves home in the early morning.

Waving goodbye,

with an absent-minded smile.

I watch her go,

with a surge of that well-known sadness.

And I have to sit down for a while.

The feeling that I'm losing her forever.

And without really entering her world.

I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter, that funny little girl.

Sleep in our eyes,

her and me at the breakfast table.

Barely awake,

I let precious time go by.

Then when she's gone,

there's that odd melancholy feeling.

And a sense of guilt I can't deny.

What happened to the wonderful adventures.

The places I had planned for us to go.

Well some of that we did,

but most we didn't.

And why I just don't know.

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture.

And save it from the funny tricks of time.

Slipping through my fingers.

Schoolbag in hand,

she leaves home in the early morning.

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile.